“What… What kind of absurd misunderstanding is this? Why would I even…?”
The fact that he couldn’t finish his sentence seemed to confirm that the meaning behind “spent the night” had hit home. Tessilid looked as though he’d been wrongfully accused, and protested with all the indignation of a man falsely labeled.
“That could… I would never. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”
“How can you be so sure? It’s the future, after all.”
“…”
Tessilid seemed to have lost his words, his expression blank with shock. Meanwhile, I was already busy mentally sorting through the evidence that could prove his innocence.
‘No penalties for revealing secrets of the heavens…’
This fact pointed to one of two possibilities:
Either it was something the protagonist had already experienced in the past, or it was something that would never happen in his future.
It was definitely not the former. He was only in his…